Do you know what it's like to believe in Jesus as far as your heart can go, but still you're left with this niggling in your mind. You do everything you can do to lead a clean life, you do everything to be done with your old ways. But this niggling carry's on and on, and no matter how much faith you throw at an invisible enemy, you end up spiritually broke. You pray to be the very thing Jesus wants, you pray for more faith, for more wisdom, but you end up spiritually bankrupt.
Then like a shot in the dark you are struck down with mental illness, and no matter how much you plea with the doctors that you are talking to God, you soon realize that this god is just a delusion conjured up by your schizophrenic mind. Then slowly, slowly, you can't trust anything supernatural anymore.
Now imagine that the only way to wellness is to dismiss the subjective & unreal concepts of the Bible. Then in a few year's pass and you recover more than you could hope for. But it's all too late because all those years of mental illness shot your life to piece's, and you're left alone with nothing.
Now think, even though you can't trust what was once familiar you return to Jesus looking for a better way to live, but every time you fix your eye's on him you return to a half baked nonsensical world.
There's not much I haven't done, not much I haven't said to God myself. I've grown tired of the battle on both side's of the believer's fence, I can't hear it out anymore. Personally I think we all have it very wrong, very wrong indeed.
Then like a shot in the dark you are struck down with mental illness, and no matter how much you plea with the doctors that you are talking to God, you soon realize that this god is just a delusion conjured up by your schizophrenic mind. Then slowly, slowly, you can't trust anything supernatural anymore.
Now imagine that the only way to wellness is to dismiss the subjective & unreal concepts of the Bible. Then in a few year's pass and you recover more than you could hope for. But it's all too late because all those years of mental illness shot your life to piece's, and you're left alone with nothing.
Now think, even though you can't trust what was once familiar you return to Jesus looking for a better way to live, but every time you fix your eye's on him you return to a half baked nonsensical world.
There's not much I haven't done, not much I haven't said to God myself. I've grown tired of the battle on both side's of the believer's fence, I can't hear it out anymore. Personally I think we all have it very wrong, very wrong indeed.